Part 9 (2/2)
”I suppose I can stand it as well as others,” she laughed, ”but I think you are altogether wrong. However, if it should come it will be very interesting.”
”Very,” he said, shortly, ”but I doubt if you will see it quite in the same light when it comes to eating rats.”
”I should not eat them,” she said, decidedly.
”Well, when it comes to that or nothing, I own that I myself shall eat rats if I can get them. I have heard that the country rat, the fellow that lives in ricks, is by no means bad eating, but I own to having a doubt as to the Paris rat.”
”It is disgusting to think of such a thing,” she said, indignantly, ”the idea is altogether ridiculous.”
”I do not know whether you consider that betting is among the things that woman has as much right to do as man; but if you do, I am ready to wager it will come to rats before Paris surrenders.”
”I never made a bet in my life,” she said, ”but I will wager five francs with you that there will be nothing of the sort. I do not say that rats may not be eaten in the poor quarters. I do not know what they eat there. I hear they eat horse-flesh, and for anything I know they may eat rats; but I will wager that rats will never be openly sold as an article of food before Paris surrenders.”
”It is a bet,” he said, ”and I will book it at once,” and he gravely took out a pocket-book and made an entry. ”And now,” he said, as he replaced the book in his pocket, ”how do you pa.s.s your time?”
”I spend some hours every day at the Bibliotheque. Then I take a walk in this quarter and all round the Boulevards. One can walk just as freely there as one could in Germany, but I find that I cannot venture off them into the poorer quarters; the people stare, and it is not pleasant.”
”I certainly should not recommend you to make experiments that way. In the great thoroughfares a lady walking by herself pa.s.ses unnoticed, especially if she looks English or American. They are coming to understand that young women in those countries are permitted an amount of freedom that is shocking to the French mind, but the idea has not permeated to the lower strata of society.
”If you are really desirous of investigating the ways of the female population of the poorer quarters, I shall be happy to escort you whenever you like, but I do not think you will be altogether gratified with the result of your researches, and I think that you would obtain a much closer insight into French lower cla.s.s life by studying Balzac and some of the modern writers--they are not always savory, but at least they are realistic.”
”Balzac is terrible,” she said, ”and some of the others I have read a little of are detestable. I don't think you can be serious in advising me to read them.”
”I certainly should not advise you to read any of them, Miss Brander, if you were a young lady of the ordinary type; but as you take up the cause of woman in general it is distinctly necessary that you should study all the phases of female life. How else can you grapple with the question?”
”You are laughing at me again, Mr. Hartington,” she said, somewhat indignantly.
”I can a.s.sure you that I am not. If your crusade is in favor only of girls of the upper and middle cla.s.ses, you are touching but the fringe of the subject, for they are outnumbered by twenty to one by those of other cla.s.ses, and those in far greater need of higher life than the others.”
”It seems rather hopeless,” Mary Brander said, despondently, after a pause, ”one is so unable to influence them.”
”Exactly so. You are setting yourself to move a mountain. When the time comes there may be an upheaval, and the mountain may move of its own accord; but the efforts of a thousand or ten thousand women as earnest as yourself would be no more use in proportion, than those of a colony of ants working to level the mountain.”
”Don't discourage me, Cuthbert,” she said, pitifully. ”I do believe with all my heart in my principles, but I do often feel discouraged. The task seems to grow larger and more difficult the more I see of it, and I own that living a year among German women was rather crus.h.i.+ng to me.”
”That I can quite understand,” he said, with a smile, ”the average German woman differs as widely in her ideas--I do not say aspirations, for she has none--from your little group of theorists at Girton as the poles are apart.”
”But do not think,” she replied, rallying, ”that I am in the least shaken because I see that the difficulty is greater than I have looked for. Your simile of ants is not correct. Great things can be done by individuals. Voltaire and Rousseau revolutionized French thought from the top to the bottom. Why should not a great woman some day rise and exercise as great influence over her s.e.x as these two Frenchmen did? But do not let us talk about that any more. I want to hear more about what you are doing. I have thought of you so much during the past year--it has all seemed so strange and so sad. Are you really working hard--I mean steadily and regularly?”
”You evidently think that impossible,” he laughed, ”but I can a.s.sure you it is true. If you doubt me I will give you Goude's address, and if you call upon him and say that you have an interest in me--you can a.s.sign any reason you like, say that you are an aunt of mine and intend to make me your heir--and beg him to inform you frankly of his opinion of my work and progress, I feel sure that he will give you an account that will satisfy your doubts.”
”I don't think I could do that,” she said, seriously. ”There, you are laughing at me again,” she broke off as she looked up at him. ”Of course I could not do such a thing, but I should very greatly like to know about you.”
”I do think, Miss Brander, I am working hard enough and steady enough to satisfy even you. I did so for six months in England with a fellow named Terrier. He was just the master I wanted. He had not a shadow of imagination, but was up in all the technical details of painting, and in six months' hard work I really learnt to paint; previous to that I knew nothing of painting. I could make a colored sketch, but that was all, now I am on the highway to becoming an artist. Goude will only receive pupils whom he considers likely to do him credit, and on seeing two of the things I had done after I had been working with Terrier, he accepted me at once. He is a splendid master--out and away the best in Paris, and is really a great artist himself. He is a peppery little man and will tolerate no nonsense, and I can a.s.sure you that he is well satisfied with me. I am going to set to work to do a couple of pictures on my own account for next year's Salon. I should have waited another year before trying my wings, if he had not encouraged me to venture at once, and as he is very much opposed to his pupils painting for exhibition until they are sufficiently advanced to begin with a success, it is proof that he has at least some hopes of me.”
”I am glad indeed, Cuthbert. I shan't be quite so sorry now as I have been about your losing Fairclose. It is so much n.o.bler to work than it is to fritter away a life doing nothing. How tiresome it is,” she said, ”that you have taken this unfortunate idea in your head of joining a French corps. It will unsettle you altogether.”
”Really,” he broke in with a laugh, ”I must protest against being considered so weak and unstable. You had a perfect right in thinking me lazy, but I don't think you have any right in considering me a reed to be shaken by every pa.s.sing wind. I can a.s.sure you that I am very fixed in my resolves. I was content to be lazy before simply because there was no particular reason for my being otherwise, and I admit that const.i.tutionally I may incline that way; but when a cataclysm occurred, and, as I may say, the foundations were shaken, it became necessary for me to work, and I took a resolution to do so, and have stuck to it.
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